Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-11-13

perfumed their dining room with pas
TILES, or incense, burned on brosd, fat
dhovi kalsir Of clay, and after gallop in
the cool morning air, clad in white
jscket, round the Esplsnade, he had re-
turned fresh and invigorated TO breakfast,
in Indian fashion, on coffee and prepar-
alton Of butter, green chillis, boiled rice,
egg end fish, With cayenne at discretion;
sch lie Montressor, pale, unslept and fuli
Of anxious thoughts, contented himself
with a chestnut and ICED brandy ana SOFA,
and sat, almost wstch in hand, Wel'lng
for the earliest moment when ne couid
present himself st Sir Hobart's house, On
the Chcwringher road.
Ee was q prey to many anxious
| thoughts and fears; but to these he gsve
no uttersnce, even 10 his old friend, Mon
tague Lousdale, who regarded him with
eyes of sympathy.
| In the events connected with his sepa-
ration from Claire, her fathers death ct
ChillingtoD, the conviction that she had
been cruelty trlcked and degraded, might
she not have learned-tutored herself
tc loathe him at the very idea Of his eX-
istence.
And how, if-believing that she was
not his wife-she had yielded up her
heart to the kindness the attentions, the
love and tenderness Of another? And
what II there were only truth in all the
gossip he had heard buzzed about her in
clubhouse and bungaloW-the result OF
her beauty, her unprotected and depend
emit position in the household Of Lady
Tremsyne! So, even now she might turn
from him as one who knew him
not and cared not to know
him; and with this painful idee
there came before him the recollection of
how she stood when he last saw her, with
hands outstretceed and tremulous as if in
deprecstion and feer, and face sverted,
it might be, in horror.
But snoR he knew that this marriage
was fact indIsputable; and that the other
was fslsehood, a delusion, an impossi-
oility and snare. At last the time came.
"Now to be Off to Tremayne'e," said
be, starting up.
"All right. I'll accom- any you there,
at least" replied Lonsdale. "Qui HI"
"KVa hookem, b?"-("whst ere
masters orders?") asked his native
valet, with low saIsam.
"The horses-quick! !"
Fort William, with all It's bomb-pToOf
barracks, its mighty works guarded by
mines and counter mines, its shady groves
and deep ditch, was soon far in the rear,
and sharp gallop brought the friends to
the pillared and Chunom-plastered villa on
the Chowtingher road, where Lonsdale
left Montressor 20 his own devices; and
much that follows is plain rarratiVe-the
sequel 20 the story of the latter.
By Sir Hobart, fussy little man, and
bis brother, the general, whom Montres-
eor found there, he was received with
Notifying and frigid GOODNESS, the gen
eral wearing what Hilds used TO term
| "his court-martial face" But ignoring
all that, and begeechiDg their attention,
| he related his story SIS we have told II
elsewhere, and laid before them the let
ters and eXculpatorY documents OF his
solicitors in Lincoln's Ion Fields, proving
| that his marriage with "Irene Beaufort"
as she calls herself, was snare, &nd that
she was the run GWay wife OF that psr-
s0nsge with the grOteeque English mama,
Mr.. Tudor ChuCkeF putty, comedian,
w had asserted his marital rights, 10
receipt Of due consideration, to which
MS signature apd those Of M0ntressor'S
solicitors, as witnesses, were appended,
On this the clouds were dispersed, and
the manner OF the general, and OF the
| fussy little governor OF Arracon, fhawed
at once; and after q little delay Lady Ire
msyne entered with her whom M0ntres-
sor had begun to think might never Cross
his path in this world again.
"CIaire, my darling, now you know
all-slli' he exclaimed, as tremulous IN
voice and Limb with ] y, be held her ct
arms length, that ne might gaze upon
her fsce, alter he had caught her wildly
| to his breast, and covered it with pas
sionate kisses-kisses from which she did
not shrink, though there was still timid
sense of hslf-forgoGten fear in her hesrt.
Her quiyering lips were still white and
voiceless; she had undergone so much.
she stroVe to be calm, and in that calm
ness her face had something that was in
dicative Of power, Of great endursnce-a
strength OF purpose it had never worn be-
fore.
"Iem row repaid, Claire, thousand
fold, for al have suffered. And yop,
my Iove?' asked Montressor.
"Had no wish till now but 80 de-" she
replied, IS her head fell on his breast.
"Oh, let us forget all the misery Of tins
past. On, Claire" he whispered, when
I learned to love you, in ell the world
you were the first and only woman for
me-the soul Of my goul, If I msy use
! such term"
For how many sleepless nights and
weary, weary days had Digby's voice lin
gered IN her ears, as she had heard it
last IN that cottage st Lynemouth, when
they parted. pale, hsggsrd and heart
broken! "In q world where the real and
the unreal travel side by eide, and the
visible and invisible blend within the
| consciousness," ssy5 . writer, "wbo
would dare to assert what is possible CT
| impcssible2"
| Thus, strange as 1t may sppeaT, sudden
and unexpected, MontressSr and Claire
found themselves face to face and re-
united, in Calculus, so many thousand
miles from where they had parted last,
in that little lonely cottage IN DeVonshire.
With the memory of their brief honey
moon, then so terribly broken and cloud
ed, and when they might have hoped TO
make up to each other Tor all the sadness
snd misery OF their apparently hopeless
separation, it was hard indeed to fad
that the hour was almost st hand when
Digby would have to embark for that
pestilential seat OF war IL Burmah.
without being actually guilty IN any
wsy, he, poor fellow, seemed to feel or be
impressed by keen conviction that he
had much to atone for to Claire, in the
way of love, devotion and tenderness
and it was with natural, but intense re-
luctsnce and useless loathing OF the ser
vice, that he now looked tor"&rd to the
VOYAGE across the Bay of Bengal and the
subsequent protracted operations, as
they were sure, he thought, 70 be, in the
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